Knowledge is far from intellectual when buried beneath the surface of normality.

Blinded from the neglectful encounters one endures from the truth of reality.

The realization of perception can be influenced by the smallest nudge,
Impacting on thoughts and feelings, the black animal will not budge.

Roads filled with emptiness from the potholes that are suddenly appearing,
consciously aware of the judgments others will have is nearing.

Secrets suppressed as time plays no mercy in the coming season,
uncomfortable feeling of eyes, starring inwardly without reason.

The darkest of holes one falls into that another cannot identify, an inability to relax over something that one can't rectify.

The power of the mind is more than powerful in strength and range,
it is the comfort of the known that holds tightly forbidding any change.

As the strong will survive the weak will slowly diminish. A path one has walked is just another ones story to finish.

JMAzing
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